Prologue

My name is Al Bags. Geeks or nerds as the scientific types are sometimes called created me in a lab. It seems they had nothing better to do. BAGS [Biological Advancement Genetic Splicing] the name of the project is where I got my name. They started with Alpha-Alpha to Alpha-Zulu, Beta-Alpha to Beta-Zulu, and so on until they had Zulu-Zulu. This is how the nerds and geeks identified each individual test subject they created.

I was Alpha-Lima, which I shortened that to AL and kept the program name for my surname. I was created to be a tool for the Government but what was promised and what their tests were showing was not close. I was supposed to have improved abilities due to DNA and Gene splicing.

The only things that the nerds and geeks were able to prove was that my body structure is in fact improved, my bones were 3X stronger than normal. I have a broken left forearm and right femur to prove that. It takes about 13 pounds of pressure to break a normal bone it took 40 pounds to break my bones. It takes less time for me to heal too; I healed almost 10X faster than normal and have little if any scaring. It seems there is a third blood cell that helps my body to heal, fight infections, and carry extra oxygen. My endurance and strength are almost double the normal persons.

What they could not prove and did not even realize was that I could see farther almost like my eyes were binoculars; I could read a dollar bill serial number at a distance of 300 yards. All my senses are heightened, but I am still learning to control them and understand them. I have a photographic memory and that makes me easier to teach and since my recall ability is superb, there is not much I have not learned.

By my sixteenth birthday I had completed schooling through college with two degrees; the first in mechanical science and the second in pre-med. I had completed the last of every specialty military school there was, Special Forces, Navy Seal, Delta Force, Marine Recon, Halo, Scuba, Demo, and many others by my eighteenth birthday.

The day after my nineteenth birthday I was being driven to a different base to have some more tests done. When a meteor shower blasted the planet starting in Northern Scandinavia, across Russia, Middle of China, the Pacific, the Western United States, Central and South America, most of the Southern Atlantic, Africa, Australia and the surrounding Islands. The meteor shower lasted 24 hours and the whole planet was hit.

The largest meteor to strike the planet was about fourteen cubic meters (almost 10,000 tons) and hit near the Russia China boarder with the force of a nuclear bomb. It leveled everything for an 800-mile radius, creating a crater 200 meters across and caused other natural disasters like earthquakes, landslides, avalanches, and tornados.

One meteor hit the road about 6 feet in front of our SUV and the force flipped our vehicle upward, but our speed kept us moving in the same direction, so we landed in the hole from the meteor on our back bumper then tipped forward to stop with our front wheels on the outer edge of the hole and the rest of the SUV in the hole. Everyone in the SUV was unconscious from the force of the meteor strike, even me.

My watch told me that I had been out for 20 hours when I did wake up, the guards that were taking me to the new base were dead, but the meteor strike or our crash had not killed them. I checked them out using my medical knowledge and could not find any mechanism of injury that could have killed them. They had to have died from something else. Maybe they stopped breathing due to the crash, but I was not sure. I knew my body was stronger and could heal itself, but I would have felt something if I had suffered injuries from the crash?

After getting the SUV out of the hole, I drove to the base and found it locked down. Nothing in or out! So, I drove to the small town next to the base and stopped at a motel. I took the wallets from the three guards and pooled all their money totaling $217. Two of the guards had Glock 9mm with extra magazines, the third guard had a Beretta that could fire full auto and 5 extended magazines that held 25 rounds of 9mm along with 3 boxes of 9mm ammo. I took the holsters apart and put them together to have a dual shoulder rig to carry both Glocks. The Beretta’s holster was in the small of my back on the right side the 4 extra magazines for the Beretta were on my belt just outside the pistol on the left, two Glock magazines were hanging under each pistol holster. I felt like a hit man.

The girl at the front desk was very pretty and seemed to be scared about what was going on. I asked for a room and paid cash. I crashed in my hotel room for almost 5 hours before I woke feeling very hungry. I asked the girl at the front desk if there was a place to eat? Tammy was her name and she said that the closest restaurant was half a mile down the road but was not open since it was almost 11 pm. Tammy offered to cook me something since she was about to get off working the front desk, she was waiting for the next person to arrive. It was another girl who was usually there about 15 minutes early every single time. I said that with the meteors she might have been delayed.

Tammy smiled and said that I was nice and asked if I was going to accept her offer. I told her yes and smiled back at her. At 1130 pm, Tammy put a sign on the door saying to knock on her door if a room was needed or there was anything someone already in a room needed. Then we walked toward her first-floor room after she locked the door to the main office. Her motel room was more like a small apartment since it had a small kitchen, bathroom, and her bed folded up against the wall and the room doubled as the living room and bedroom.

I sat and watched Tammy, 18-year-old, 5’8” blonde hair, blue eyed beauty, as she made a quick hamburger helper meal that was ready in 30 minutes along with some canned vegetables and some Iced tea. The meal was delicious and was sure to tell Tammy that too. I offered her some money for the meal and she refused to take it saying my company was worth more than the money. I asked if she lived alone. Tammy said that that the owner was a cousin, and she was a college student on summer break. I thanked her again and went upstairs to my room that was two floors up and two room over. I smiled as I looked down to the ground floor and wondered if anyone was looking for me yet? I had just finished a shower when I heard a loud bang and crack from downstairs! I went out on to the walkway and looked down to see two guys going into Tammy’s room. What caught my attention was the fact that I heard Tammy scream for them to stay away! I turned, ran into my room jumping into my jeans and grabbing the Beretta before running back out of the room and jumping over the ledge. It was twenty feet to the ground, and I landed like a ton of bricks. I did manage to bounce and roll right up to Tammy’s door. Two guys had her on her belly on the bed and were binding her wrists behind her back while she tried to kick them. I moved to the door with the pistol in my hand down at my side. Reaching with my thumb, I moved the switch from safe to semi-automatic. I knew there was not a round in the chamber since I kept the pistol on an empty chamber for safety and because the universal sound of a slide action works in any language!